MIKA ABDALLA as ALLIE HAYES in OFF CAMPUS (2026)

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MIKA ABDALLA as ALLIE HAYES in OFF CAMPUS (2026)
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F.R.I.E.N.D.S (1994 –2004) - S06E12 « The One With The Joke »
Why did it take you so long to write me back? Because I had to move on. I had to let go of the past and I... couldn't do that if I was still holding on to you.
THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY (2022 - 2025) 3.11 — At Last
open to — w / m / nb
character — karen rothschild, ballerina
vibes — childhood friends who are lowkey in love with each other but refuse to tell the other out of fear of ruining the friendship
"well, i'm adding tonight to my list of top three worst dates." karen huffs as she walks through the door, feet feeling instant relief as she kicks off her heels. "please tell me you have alcohol of some kind." it's not unusual for them to barge into each other's houses like this. "wine, vodka ... hell, i'd even take whiskey at this point."
"damn, that bad, huh?" benji asked, looking over and watching as karen kicked off her heels and made her way further into his apartment. "what happened?" he asked, though he didn't particularly want for the details. "c'mere, take a load off," he said, patting the space beside him. "yes, yes, and yes. all those options are at the ready and available," he told her. "in the drink fridge and the bar cart" benji said, nodding in their direction at the corner of the room. "so, pick your poison."
open starter with nuria ocasio, early to mid twenties, booktuber. open to anyone. based on plot in source.
fingers closed around their wrist, and electric jolts seemed to rush through every nerve ending down to her fingertips. the only reasonable explanation should be the buzz from the drinks in her system. it should have nothing to do with how much she clung to them that night, much better company than her boyfriend who was dead set on throwing a tantrum. “ come on. please? this is my favourite song, and charlie’s hellbent on being a buzzkill. ”
knox knew it was wrong, the thoughts that he had about his best friend's girlfriend. yet, he couldn't stop them and he couldn't help but give in whenever she asked him for anything. he was utterly helpless when caught in her orbit. which is why, even though he wasn't much of a dancer, he found himself giving in and nodding. "okay, but don't complain when i step on your toes or make a fool of myself and embarrass you," he replied playfully, using the hand she held to twirl her and pull her to his chest as he lead them to the floor. "forget about char, he's always a buzzkill." was it fair to talk about his best friend like that while he wasn't there to here it? maybe, but in the moment he didn't particularly care.
open to: f/nb (21+) muse: elijah prins - || he/him || talent scout/agent || timothy olyphant inspo: immovable object (rich playboy bachelor) meets unstoppable force (equally rich brat/terror) - see link in source for more xo
it was bad enough that they'd gone out of the way to try and make him jealous (which, for the record, he wasn't. simply annoyed), but to have done so at his favorite sushi restaurant was taking their latest spat too far. with a condescendingly apologetic smile in the direction of their 'date', he grabbed their bicep to drag them through a bustling kitchen and into a back alleyway where he could raise his voice without scaring off any potential clients (or hookups) that might be waiting at the bar. "this is getting childish, don't you think? you want me to STARVE now? you know this is the only place i can eat when we're going through one of our fights."
it was possible brianna had planned this out to be sat in elijah's favorite restaurant near his usual table, but on the other hand it was just a possible that it was all just one big coincidence. after all, she usually let her dates plan what they were doing. with just a few heavy suggestions or nudges from her. "hey, watch it!" she snapped at the man as he practically dragged her out of her seat and through the restaurant while people watched them go by. "way to make a scene, elijah," she snapped at him and rolled her eyes, shoving him off of her as she pulled her arm out of his grip. "oh, i'm the one being childish?" bri asked, scoffing out a laugh and raising her brows at him. "what was that then? a show of your own maturity?" she asked, waving her hand the way they'd just come from. "oh don't be so dramatic, eli," she told him. "you'd hardly starve, there's plenty of soup kitchens for you to frequent if you run out of places. or might i suggest an elderly living situation? they provide your meals on a timely basis, i hear."
"it makes me nervous when you look at me like that."
"and how exactly am i looking at you that's making you so nervous, misti?" jae asked, a playful smile on his lips.
"I'm not even close to being able to make rent next month, let along the payment on my car. I'm not making enough, and I'm driving as much as I can. It's fucking ridiculous." Frustration dripped from every word, fingers unconsciously flexing at his side as he finally pulled his head forward. A few beers into the night, and the thought that he had a few days ago came rushing to the front of his mind. An internal debate had raged over those few days on if the other would be willing. Bryce knew they were as short on cash as he was. "You know, those content creators seem to make a decent amount of cash. And I ain't talking about the ones on social media either. I bet you we could make a killing on making videos like that. And it can't be that hard. Right?"
Open starter: f/m/nb (trans muses welcome)
Muse: Bryce Flannigan, 29, Uber driver. Dominant.
Plot: see source link.
danny grunted his agreement with bryce, shaking his head and running fingers of both hands through his hair and giving a little tug at the stress of both their dire situations. "it's getting ridiculous, man," he commiserated. "i mean, i'm putting in as many hours at the shop as i can, but it's not like that's gonna magically start raking in cash," he sighed and dropped his hands back down to his sides. he didn't want to have to ask his mom for money, and it wasn't as if she had much to spare either. she was still a single mom, raising his baby sister on an overworked and underpaid nurse's salary. he couldn't be a financial burden on her too. "content creators?" he asked, huffing out a laugh. "you gonna start vlogging, bry?" he asked with a small smirk before it faltered on what his friend said next. "sorry, what kind, now?" he asked, shaking his head lightly to clear his slightly alcohol muddled thoughts and thinking he had misheard the other. "'cause i thought you just suggested we start jackin' each other off for cash."